Video Game

One mission, electric sounds

Childhood remade, Rusty ground

The violence seeping out,

The screen unforms into life.

Like a movie screening,

Passiveness fed to me;

Turning to inadequacy.

The truth peeking down,

Like a frightened kid.

But steals my sight,

Dissolving me in the sound.

Soothes me, scares me,

To turn me, erase me.

Uninhibited, assiduous,

Wailing mightfully,

Arousing, like a chocolate,

Like curves.

Echoing like it must,

Enlightening as should.

Fight if you must,

Scratch, claw with the fingernails.

Run plunder or play the game,

Keep the truth, the seed

Untainted, uninhibited

Pure, protected.